Home (where your mother and sister live...)

DISCLAIMER: The author wants to make it clear they believe that in real life, all **** is very very very wrong and unhealthy. This is a dumb fantasy story set in a dumb fantasy setting, and nothing more.

You're supposed to think of a place to be, but you can't exactly focus. One part of your brain is too busy grunting happily with the idea of all promising opportunities while the other more rational and more pessimistic part is desperately trying to explain and understand these events in a logical way. Is everything here the result of hallucinogens...? Were you **** somehow? That must be it. None of this is actually happening, is it? There's just no other explanation...

...or is there? Is there a scientific reason supporting the validity of all of this?

...grah. There's no point. The only place you want to be now is back home, in the comfort of your parents' house. The fridge stocked with your favorite snacks, your TV and game systems, and your custom-built computer...yes, home sounds beyond perfect right now. Far away from this weird place...

Hm...that's it. Home. If there's a single place you want to be when you go through this door, it's definitely your bedroom.

Mind clear with the image of your warm and soft bed, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

...

"Breakfast's ready, come and get it!"

You open your eyes as your alarm goes off. You're lying in your bed, and it's 7am. Wow, what a great dream. You were clearly just about to get to the good bit, too. If only your mom had waited five more minutes before calling, you could have been balls deep in some dreamgirl's ass, which would have given you something great to daydream about. Why does she always seem to have the worst timing?

Dreary-eyed, you arrive in the kitchen and grab a chair, focused on that addictive jumping game on your smartphone. You glance up at your mother only briefly to accept the mug of hot coffee she has brought over for you. The 42 year old lady that is your mother is sporting a flimsy nightie that leaves too little to the imagination for your liking; her huge G cup breasts are pressing unsupported against the pink frills of the silky garment, leaving a vast valley of cleavage undefended, and her large nipples are visibly erect as if trying to pierce their way through the thin fabric. Even more outrageously the bottom hem of her nightie wafts gently at crotch level, and the worst is confirmed as she turns around to head back to the counter - the pale bottom halves of her cushioned ass cheeks are uncovered. Not only is the nightie way too short for her, but she's not even wearing any panties! You catch yourself staring at it - her butt is remarkably tight and perky for someone of her age, her exercise regime is clearly paying off. Wait, what are you thinking?! This is your mother, these aren't appropriate thoughts to be having!

"Geez mom, at least put on some underwear maybe?" You say in a 'kidding but not kidding' manner.

"What, you don't like the sight of my butt? Is it getting too old for you, John?"

That was not the reply you were expecting. Even though it was in a teasing tone, it was still way too explicit for anything your mother would usually joke about like that. Before you can retort, you are interrupted by the voice of your sister from the hallway.

"MOM, WHERE IS MY PLUG?" She's clearly irritated.

"What plug, Erika?" Your mother calls back innocently. You have no idea what they are talking about.

"My big purple butt plug, obviously! Don't pretend you don't know where it is." You almost spit out your sip of coffee. And then you actually do spit it out immediately after as your sister walks into the room. Your 6ft tall, athletic brunette older sister is now platinum blonde, and even more noticeably, a whole foot shorter. It's literally like someone took a shrink ray to her, everything is in proportion, just a sixth smaller. Realization dawns on you as Charles's words echo through your head.

"...he’s gonna change the population ratio a tad amongst women. There’ll be a lot more petite women now..."

It's real. It's all real. Your sister Erika standing in front of you is living proof. She must have gotten selected as part of the random change. Or was it even random? Was this done intentionally? As the weight of reality crashes down on you, your eyes take in the full picture that is the new Erika. You're used to seeing a decent amount of her skin since she often wears skimpy exercise clothing in the mornings, but that is practical. Her new wardrobe is something else entirely. A tiny cyan boob tube is strapped tightly across her bee stings of breasts, and a matching metallic microskirt hangs off her hips, barely concealing her panties, if she's even wearing any. She ignores your open-mouthed stare, and heads straight for your mother.

"Oh THAT butt plug!" Your mom speaks as if that's a perfectly normal thing to say. "Sorry honey, I borrowed it last night to help keep in the mega-helping of the good stuff that your father served me last night."

You can't even begin to find the words to include yourself in this conversation, and resign yourself to sitting there and watching it unfold. However, no matter how much you have tried to mentally steel yourself, nothing prepares you for the surprise of watching your own mother turn away, bend over, and slowly pull the largest butt plug you've ever seen out of her asshole. This monster is bulb shaped, probably a full two full inches in diameter at its widest point. After setting it aside on the floor, she takes a pint glass from the counter, places it on the floor, and squats over it.

You barely even hear your sister mutter "Well you could as least have asked." You find yourself spellbound, unable to look away as a veritable belly load of thick jizz spurts, oozes and then gushes from your mother's most sacred place into the glass, filling it right to the brim, and then spilling over onto the floor.

"Mom, you're wasting it!" Apparently no longer concerned with the plug at all, Erika dives onto her knees in front of the pint glass, and after holding her hands around it like a funnel in some **** attempt to prevent any more spillage, she shoves her mouth over her old lady's butthole, creating a seal, much like one might when a beer can starts frothing when first opened. Your earlier concerns are found to be justified - on her hands and knees you can see that Erika is not wearing any underwear under her tiny skirt and you have a perfect view of her completely shaved pussy and ass. Her naked butt wiggles side to side as she gets to work on her mother's asshole. You don't know how much asscum she's felching out of there, but it must be a lot as she stays there silently for a good 15 seconds while your mum coos gentle encouragement.

"That's it Erika, use your tongue to get the last of it, that's a good girl. How does that taste, huh? It's been fermenting in there all night..."

Your body doesn't know whether to be aroused or disgusted - this is like your ultimate fantasy, but you had never pictured family members involved. Your cock instinctively rises to full mast, giving you your answer - it's awful, and gross, and yet still oh so hot. You rush to hide the tent in your PJs by tucking your big guy into the waistband, as your sister finally pulls her tongue out of her mother's anus.

"Gosh, that tasted incredible. It was, like, the two best tastes in the world - cum and ass - put together. You should feed me like that more often, mom." Erika licks her lips happily.

"That's great, I'm glad you enjoyed it!" Your mom turns around and beams a delighted smile. "It felt great for me too, having your tongue greedily scoop it all out of my fuckhole like that." Hearing your mom say 'fuckhole' so casually like that is bizarrely the bit that weirds you out the most.

You finally build up the voice to say something.